 I saw them moving along the bank, waiting for me. Then a little boat took off downstream, trying to pick me up. But they didn't know I was hanging onto the anchor chain. In a little while, I was pulling myself back into the little room. It was empty now. The noise of the party upstairs covered for me, and I started looking around. A couple of shoves, and I had the closet door open. What was inside didn't surprise me. A stack of small arms, Luger's, Mannlicher rifles, and cases of ammunition.